Do not stand at my grave and weep;I am not there. I do not sleep.I am a thousand
winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When
you awaken in the morning's hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars
that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry;I am not there. I did not die.